Keeping Busy

Well I liked parachuting and I'd alway wanted to join the army, even as a kid because of my father and his admiration for infantry and he had told me quite clearly that he could never send me to university so this, I'd got a BA which was enough and as an officer once we were in Canada, I came back to Canada it's a pretty good life. We had married quarters and the mess life and was really good . My wife was really, really great, so I wanted to keep walking or I knew I would drink myself to death so I took a job as a messenger at External Affairs and pushed a cart around the building there. I did that for about ten years on the grounds that I was never to be promoted and they tried to. The only happy guys around there were the messengers, you know. They tried to promote me and then I went stomping in to the personnel people. And it was a great life. I just, I was walking all day. I was in sort of a fine sweat all day long and I wasn't drinking, couldn't. And it just, I'm sure it added years to my life. Any friends I had who went, tried to get officer type jobs in civilian life at that age, you're trying to jump into an organization that is already going and a lot of them in effect drank themselves to death, they just didn't...